suicide bugs

You may know them as Crane Flies or Skeeter Eaters but I've taken to calling them Suicide Bugs because they find their way in to my house and then die en masse, leaving their carcasses scattered everywhere. Usually, they take a few moments to repeatedly fly in to my face, or fall on my head, land on my plate, or generally get in the way of whatever I'm doing. They are in the upper ranks of God's Dumbest Creatures. For something that doesn't bite, sting, or spread disease, they have still managed to become one of the most irritating insects I can think of.

That's all for today's bug rant. Join me again in a few weeks for the episode on June Bugs!

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"If we're to be honest with ourselves, achieving the end of the exercise was never the point of the exercise, was it?"
~Adam Savage

i've got until July before my nemesis comes out to play. the Cicada Killer Wasp.
harmless to humans, but freakin huge and menacing looking if you have kids or a wife that are scared sh*dless of large bee/waspy types creatures.

i come home from work, grab my tennis racket, head for the backyard and start swinging. if i hit one, i have to find him and then stomp on them to kill them.

The only bug that has bothered me in the last few years has been hornets. They've built their nests under my patio, under the siding, in a wind chime, on my front porch. I keep killing them but they keep coming back.